Fotograf

(Verse 1)
He walks the streets with silent eyes,
Chasing ghosts beneath the skies.
In every face, a hidden truth,
A thousand lives, a fading youth.

(Pre-Chorus)
He never speaks, he only sees,
Collecting time like fallen leaves.

(Chorus)
He's the man behind the lens,
Framing stories that won’t end.
Freezing seconds, chasing light,
Catching shadows in the night.
He remembers so we forget —
The world in black, the world in red.

(Verse 2)
He clicks the shutter, holds his breath,
A little birth, a little death.
Windows open, curtains fall,
He captures beauty, captures all.

(Pre-Chorus)
In every frame, a silent scream,
A memory, a broken dream.

(Chorus)
He's the man behind the lens,
Framing stories that won’t end.
Freezing seconds, chasing light,
Catching shadows in the night.
He remembers so we forget —
The world in black, the world in red.

(Bridge)
He never asks to be seen,
Just wants to show what might have been.
A witness lost in city dust,
A camera, silence, and his trust.


He's the man behind the lens,
Writing tales without a pen.
Turning moments into song,
Even when the light is gone.
He remembers what we miss —
A stolen laugh, a vanished kiss.

Melancholy, guitar